Rael stood in the grand hall of the Celestial Palace, her wings shimmering softly in the divine light. Her superior, Archangel Michael, regarded her with a stern expression.

  "Rael, you are to go to the Necromella Forest on the border of Hell," Michael announced, his voice echoing through the marble hall. "There lies a legendary weapon that must be retrieved."

  Rael's heart pounded. She had never been to the border of Hell. Her gentle nature made her hesitant to fight, and the tales of the horrors that awaited at the edge of darkness filled her with dread. "Archangel Michael, are you sure I am the right one for this task?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

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  Michael's eyes narrowed. "This is not a request, Rael. It is a command. Do not return until you have the weapon."

  Rael nodded, swallowing her fear. "I understand. I will depart immediately."

  As she left the hall, she didn't notice the shadow of a smirk on Michael's face. He whispered to himself, "Let's see how useful you really are, Rael."